Prince's Mansion.
An old man died in front of the mansion with his body twisted. Half of his body was frozen to the ground, and the other half was burned to charcoal.
Zhou Zhilu put away his sword, breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at the statue of the saint gradually disappearing in the distance, realizing that the matter was now a foregone conclusion.
On the other side, the prince was trapped in the formation created by Fusu. When he saw the scene in the distance, he realized that he had been defeated. He fell to the ground with a thud, his eyes dim.
As the sun rose, all the civil and military officials in the capital walked into the Purple Palace with their own thoughts. When they saw that some people were inexplicably missing from their side, some ministers were confused, while others just watched and remained silent.
At this time, a eunuch came out tremblingly, holding the imperial edict in both hands. He unfolded it and carefully glanced at the ministers below, then read in a trembling voice, trying his best to control the situation:
"Your Majesty. I have inherited the last will of the late Emperor and have reigned for one hundred and sixty-four years. The world has been ravaged, yet, thanks to the spirits of our ancestors, we have been able to survive. However, observing the heavens, observing the hearts of the people, and observing the state of our nation, the Great Song Dynasty remains in peril. The world is in turmoil, and a great catastrophe is approaching. My age is advanced, and I deeply feel that my will is there, but my strength is insufficient.
"The world is for the common good, choosing the virtuous and capable. I now abdicate the throne to my son, King Ping, Song Chen. Officials from both within and without, all with all their sincerity, shall assist those who are lacking in ability. Announce this far and wide, so that all may hear it."
As soon as these words were spoken, all the civil and military officials below were in an uproar. For those who had not participated in the events of last night, this news was too sudden.
Not only did Emperor Wen himself never show up, he also hadn't revealed any news of his abdication before. Moreover, why was it that the fifth prince of King Ping was the one who succeeded to the throne instead of the crown prince?
It’s not that they think the Fifth Prince is a bad person, it’s just that this is against the rules, and the people from the Ministry of Rites will definitely oppose it!
However, when everyone looked, they found that the Minister of Rites Pan Kun was not in the hall either, and then they found that even the Left Prime Minister was not there!
The Left Prime Minister...the Minister of Rites, the Minister of Personnel...aren't these people all the wings of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince?
At this time, the Minister of Justice Yun Qintian, the Minister of Works Lü Lianshan, the Minister of War Liang Qi and others all knelt down and shouted, "Congratulations to our emperor! Long live the emperor!"
Those who can enter the Purple Palace are not ordinary people. Seeing this situation, they naturally understand that something must have happened last night. Now that they and others can still stand here, even if they are terrified, there is only one thing they can do, which is to kneel down and shout "Long live the emperor!"
When everyone knelt down, the fifth prince Song Chen walked up slowly wearing the Nine Dragon Emperor robe.
…
In November of the 378th year of the Song Dynasty, Emperor Wen abdicated and the new emperor ascended the throne, named Emperor Ping.
In the same month, the former crown prince was named King of Qi and sent to southern Xinjiang.
The Left Prime Minister, the Minister of Rites, the Minister of Personnel, and some prominent families such as the Wu and Pan families were also publicly exposed for corruption and abuse of power. They were purged, beheaded, or exiled.
In December of the 378th year of the Song Dynasty, Emperor Ping distributed disaster relief grain, alleviating the disasters that winter.
In the spring of the 379th year of the Song Dynasty, Emperor Ping recruited soldiers and advocated martial arts throughout the country. With the help of the power of the Buddhist world, he quickly suppressed the frictions among the western countries, and quickly established a united front against demons and launched a general attack on the Demon Alliance.
Ten years later.
Due to the alliance of various tribes, the Northern Demon Alliance was defeated step by step and finally died in the northern snowfield within the Demon Alliance's territory.
The environment here is harsh, easy to defend but difficult to attack, and the battle lines of all ethnic groups have stopped here.
However, the demon tribe did not surrender, but left the continent and headed eastward from the sea. At the same time, alliances of various tribes also sent troops into the sea, and their goal was a forbidden area called the Dead Zone at the end of the East China Sea.
…
Above the East China Sea, a luxurious fleet was sailing against the wind. In front of the fleet were more than 30 small sailboats. On both sides of the fleet, there were many dark blue-skinned races standing on four-legged sea beasts to guard the two sides.
In the middle of the fleet were five large warships with luxurious decorations. At the bow of one of the ships, a young man in black armor was standing, looking out at the sea.
"Zhou Zhilu, save me, save me!"
Suddenly, a weak voice came from behind the young man, and a trembling hand tightly grasped the young man's shoulder.
The young man was Zhou Zhilu. He turned around helplessly and looked at Fusu who was wearing a Taoist robe behind him.
"You're already a seventh-level warrior, how come you're still seasick?"
Fusu was annoyed when he heard this, "What does this have to do with cultivation? Huike is already a Buddhist master, but doesn't he also get seasick? He went into a trance the day after departure, and now it's been two months, and he hasn't moved at all."
"Then why don't you enter into meditation?" Zhou Zhilu couldn't help but ask.
Fusu rolled his eyes and said disdainfully, "How can I be like that bald donkey? We Taoists believe in governing by doing nothing. We need to adapt, to experience, to... Ugh!"
Before he could finish his words, Fusu leaned over the bow and vomited. Then, noticing Zhou Zhilu staring off into the distance in a trance, he whispered, "What are you thinking about?"
Zhou Zhilu let out a long sigh and replied, "I'm a little nervous. The Dead Zone... I'm really looking forward to it."
Fusu sighed and said, "Alas, if possible, I really don't want to come to this damn place, this continent that has been erased from history... Are you sure that Emperor Wu and the others are in the Dead Zone?"
Zhou Zhilu nodded and said, "Yes, I didn't expect that the legendary hell is actually located underground in the Dead Zone."
"But is that rumor true?"
"Which rumor?" Zhou Zhilu asked doubtfully.
Fusu replied, "It's said that before the Dark Ages, our continent and the Dead Zone were actually connected, but were later split apart by a knife."
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